It’s the internet, we don’t know each other, and people steal stuff. I wish to at least assume that you are human, or be able to prove it in court that I had reason to believe. 

The erosion of identity and the cruel joke of being human in a quantified world is that my entire life has been reduced to a keyword.

Why do you have 700 emails in your spam folder and 15 in your inbox? Because there are people who want your information.